The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The seal was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, a heavy disc of tarnished silver that had belonged to his father before it became his own. It was cracked down the middle, a jagged line running from the crest of the eagle to the rim, splitting the symbol of his authority into two useless halves. He stood in the mud of the saloon porch, the frontier town sprawling behind him in a haze of grey smoke and...

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